Satpura

A disciplined architecture of triangles and bands is cut through by a profound black disc, a silent gravitational presence that steadies the composition while also withholding its meaning like an eclipse. Heat-saturated ochres, reds, and acidic greens move in strata, suggesting both sediment and circuitry—layers of memory and construction pressed into a single, tense field. The sharp diagonals fracture any stable horizon, turning the picture into a shifting map where industry, ritual geometry, and landscape collapse into one another. What emerges is a meditation on order and disruption: the promise of structure repeatedly interrupted by a dark, centered pause.